Your grandfather asked the pastor to collect from the people of our town messages to carry to their loved ones in heaven, and to wish him the best of luck on his journey. The pastor fulfilled his duty with the greatest enthusiasm and your grandfather’s letter was published, with his permission, alongside his obituary a few days before his death. “On the night of December 31, 1899, Adam stood at the windowsill, gripping it tightly, looking at the flakes that were falling from the heavens. “‘None of them are alike,’ said your grandfather. He spent a good hour at the sill with Adam, standing with a newfound strength beside him. We all stayed up that night, watching the clock, holding my father’s hand, hugging him, crying. He said not to get too close because we might catch his disease, but this was it, so we clustered around him. As the clock neared midnight your mother said in a hushed tone, ‘I’m sorry, Rigel, for not believing in God. I trust him now, I know him. You and He have saved my son.’ A few minutes later, my father nodded his head as if asleep in his soft, red chair, but he never woke
Your grandfather asked the pastor to collect from the people of our town messages to carry to their loved ones in heaven, and to wish him the best of luck on his journey. The pastor fulfilled his duty with the greatest enthusiasm and your grandfather’s letter was published, with his permission, alongside his obituary a few days before his death. “On the night of December 31, 1899, Adam stood at the windowsill, gripping it tightly, looking at the flakes that were falling from the heavens. “‘None of them are alike,’ said your grandfather. He spent a good hour at the sill with Adam, standing with a newfound strength beside him. We all stayed up that night, watching the clock, holding my father’s hand, hugging him, crying. He said not to get too close because we might catch his disease, but this was it, so we clustered around him. As the clock neared midnight your mother said in a hushed tone, ‘I’m sorry, Rigel, for not believing in God. I trust him now, I know him. You and He have saved my son.’ A few minutes later, my father nodded his head as if asleep in his soft, red chair, but he never woke